escaping the real is seen as escaping any way when reality does not fit any more in any form of understanding. i collected myself escapingly from being injected meanings i do not want to hold in my body. i do not want to understand. i want to stay illiterate and enjoy the mysteriousness of latin script and arabic abajadiya(alphabet).
understanding how letters pronounce is work. it becomes more work… hard work as reflection goes beyond meaning or when sight/reading allows for confusion and abcd-ed smantic dysfunctions.
the other day, a friend was talking about original thoughts and he said that no thought is original. by the end of the week, people speak in what they had learned during that week. well enough, what if their is no week , no weekend and no concept of both. oops… What are you going to do, brother?... it is scary.. when the smartest of us get entangled in the packaged understanding.. a semantic packaging.
i have a big problem with academia in this regard. universities sustain an “abcd” culture and leaves no single way for any oral knowledge to continue. we are taught to write and shut up. writing in the way anyone else writes. think in the same way. and eventually conform to the same way of being which can be categorized and easy to militarize. Oops. now i will start thinking where should i start if all the struggle for being is altered by this nonsense usually called religion and knowledge.
29 November 2005
27 November 2005
this is a bisklit that had to stay on the roofs (sstah) of a moroccan house in the cemented medina..not needed anymore. well needed in the past mashee now. and all the other bsklitas of the past had to do the same. a bisklitik retirement that had bezzaf to do with awareness about the presence of taxis ad buses when time is not in our ands anymore.
use this means of communication... sorry transportation to go anywhere in cities like rabat and taroudant. now it is becoming almost impossible to use bisklita's if you’re not in areas kike marrakech where they are a structural element of a general being. marrakech can't "be" without the bisklias. anything else is quit added.
initially, the creation of a big city like marrakech required predicting ways of moving round. donkeys, mules, and shoes were the major elements. when the first bisklits came over, they were quit welcome as they changed not many things in the general layout or rather the active configuration of space in the medina. in 1912, the first car did really make it to marrakech. they had to keep it in fes... in the palace. once cars arrived people started hearing different noises... different functions in their acoustic sphere. very annoying to an ear used to "ddeqqa" ritual dance and music as well as the "mluk" of gnawa.
now more sounds are heard... and less sorting is made. sounds do not make sense anymore... hearing moved to big convention centers.. now we are hearing more our past tense.. if utterances make any sense.